14228/Guess who

Guess who
Date of Scene:	23 February 2023
Location:	6B - Elektra's Condo
Synopsis:	June comes to play a prank on Elektra in Tigra's body. There's talk about what to do about this whole shabang.
Cast of Characters:	June Connor, Elektra Natchios

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June Connor has posed:
    Just outran Steve Rogers. Epic. She didn't have a speedometer, but Tigra's ability to run was absurdly fast. She was out of breath by the time she got to Elektra's condo. She wasn't keen on being a furry, but she does like other aspects of this new body. But she's gotta have a little fun with this. Is Elektra home? She isn't sure, but she'll find out soon enough. Wearing an Avengers hoodie and sweatpants, she jogs up the steps instead of taking the elevator, mainly because she finds it impressive how much it DOESN'T tire her. She is a bit sweaty now, though, and she's spent most of the morning experimenting with these new abilities that she has.

    She sniffs her arm pit. "I smell like a cat, too," she wrinkles her nose. "Showering is gonna be a bitch." She goes up to the apartment door. Okay, gotta look serious now. She gets her best game face on, and rings the doorbell.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
It's been a few days now. And it might dawn on June that while she's been on that body where's her *real* one? Still at the condo? Is someone inside it? Did Elektra find out what was going on?

And if she did why hasn't she come a-calling?

Yet in the now? There is no answer to the ring on the doorbell. Not even if June insists a few times for good measure. Maybe the good ol' ninja isn't home.

June Connor has posed:
    June shifts her mouth as she waits. Does she go in? It's undoubtedly locked. She doesn't have her lock pick kit with her. Oh wait, heroes don't knock, those bastards just come in swinging. She winces, she knows when the joke is over Elektra will take it out of her hide for the repairs to the door. And she might not even be there.

    "Wait, I's a fuckin' Avenger," she says suddenly to her inner monologue. "I do wut ah want." She goes to the roof access. This new body has such incredible agility, she should abuse that as well. She swipes at her tail as she walks across the roof, and then leaps effortlessly down onto the balcony by the infinity pool before walking silently to the door.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Indeed. Avengers do what they want. Like B&E into dangerous assassins homes!

Would Elektra recognize Tigra as an avenger though? Would she even care? The pool water looks clear and pristine. Even during winter it's tended to because Elektra won't have anything less than perfect around. Reaching the door has no difficulty. Nor opening the door. Unlocked. Kinda careless out of the Hand assassin..

Inside it's quiet. Too quiet? But the silence is telling. June isn't alone in that room.

June Connor has posed:
    A sniff of the air has the feline nose twitching. She closes her eyes and gets close to the ground, her ears swivel to the sounds of simple electronics and other nearly imperceptible sounds to her previously. Her tail involuntarily twitches back and forth. That's kind of annoying, she'll have to get used to it. On feet and hands, a slow creep into the apartment starts.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
It's almost like those tales of old where a ninja appears out of nowhere. Or in this case from a wall which a moment before one could swear there was no one there. That sharp sense of smell gives June the advantage though and she can *sense* someone there, the shift in the air. The aggression.

The ninja is dressed in a fully black suit, made of some kind of material that seems to absorb the light and make her near invisible to visual senses in the dark. There are no words from the figure as it dashes forward, feet padding forward on the floorboard.

On her hands a katana blade, the glimmer of it visible a second before it comes slicing down at the invader! And when June can see those eyes? It might just be Elektra.

June Connor has posed:
    It's a good thing June has a body which has some distinct advantages, or this would have been the last prank June ever played. The feline head ducks beneath the blade, giving very little time between before she pounces upward at the black dressed figure as only a cat can, a maneuver that is classic to anyone who's ever seen a housecat, one that is designed to end with the prey trapped beneath the feline predator.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Elektra has no house cat but she knows a cat when she sees one and as the blade is evaded and that pounce comes she is already pivoting and jumping sideways to avoid the attack. Almost as if she was in the midst of a dance.

Blade twirls in her hand as she drops to a knee, just a touch away from the assailant. And then she is on the attack again, sword strikes. Evades. Parries.

And the techniques? Very much different from the ones she has taught June. These are meant to kill, perhaps the pinnacle of her own martial artistry. She is clearly taking this home invasion seriously! But who wouldn't take a mutant assassin sent to kill her seriously? Or at least that's what Elektra thinks this might be.

June Connor has posed:
    June ducks and evades, and it's clear soon that she is seeing just how deadly Elektra can be. Even with this enhanced body she may be able to keep up, but this isn't nearly as much a cake walk as she expected. A swipe cuts her ear, not deeply, but enough that her dive backward lands her against the bookshelf, that priceless ming vase of Elektra's tumbling forward. It plummets to the ground and June drops to the ground with an unusual urgency to for someone who was sent to kill Elektra. Her clawed hand catches the vase, even though it requires exposing herself to an attack. Very courteous of an assassin to be concerned for Elektra's possessions and their well being.

    "Whoa whoa whoa! Time out!" she yells, holding the other hand up in defense.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Her opponent is good. Too good. Clearly trained in ninjutsu techniques and with those mutants power to boot. Elektra wonders if she can survive this but no time to think, got to keep the offensive. At least until the assassin does a ..., dive for the ming vase? Something isn't right here.

It's why when Elektra brings down her blade at that exposed flank she stops short of cutting in, the blade tip felt just so against June's side.

"Explain." She demands. Elektra's voice under the mask.

June Connor has posed:
    "Fuck, Elektra you know how to ruin a good prank. It's me, June." She seems not frightened as much as annoyed that her prank went awry. "So, somebody did some bullshit, and that bullshit apparently got me put in the body of Tigra. Woke up where she was at, Avengers are a bunch of spoiled rich pussies, I'll tell you that." She doesn't try to get up, keeping the frozen pose as long as she has a blade at her side.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"That's so fucking absurd." The assassin says in a low voice, the blade pressing briefly against June's side. "... that it may just be true." and she -did- reach over to not break the vase. Only someone who knew Elektra would know that vase CANNOT BE BROKEN. Or there will be punishment.

So Elektra takes a single step back. The blade is still out. Ready to strike but it's not felt on June's side anymore.

"I haven't seen you in a few days. You are only now coming here?" judgement in her voice, "And who did this .., switch?"

June Connor has posed:
    June gets up with that catlike grace, and puts the vase back on the shelf. "I mean, I just got the body of a superhero," she says. "Gotta take that for a spin, you know?" she says with a toothy grin that might be more intimidating than her normal one, given the rows of sharp teeth. "I don't really have a clue, it wasn't my fault this time. I went to bed in my room, had an acid trip of a dream and woke up in the Avengers' Mansion. Place is crazy sick. Did you know that they have hangars for their flyin' heroes? And marble floors? And... and they got a fuckin' pool. You should see their workout, it's like a sci-fi movie. Good thing there's no poverty in this city or they'd have somethin' to feel guilty about."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"You got the body of not just any superhero." Elektra points out, sheathing her blade back. "It's the body of an -Avenger-." she shakes her head slowly. "That will be coming into their radar sooner or later. I am surprised they didn't capture you by now considering your aversion to subtlety." delivered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"One thing I know is that whatever is happening with you is way above my pay grade." she frowns a touch, "Specially if you don't remember anything or got any clue on how it happened. Good thing that I know a few people though." Elektra being connected probably comes as no surprise to anyone.

"We will go to the Sanctum Santorum." the what?

June Connor has posed:
    "For why, exactly?" June asks, the feline features taking a worried tone. "Not my fault she probably did somethin' crazy and got body swapped. I made out on this, Elektra. My whole life I've been lookin' for an out to this shit life that didn't involve a coffin. This is IT!" She clenches her fists as if she could hold on to the idea. "I don't know what the sanitized sanctum is, but if you are thinkin' of undoing this, I can pass on that. I may be stuck as a furry, but quite frankly it's a price I could pay."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"It's not your body for one. Second, you have no idea, nor I, where your actual body is. And if this is just temporary we need to know where your other self is before something happens to it." Elektra says, with all that wisdom of hers.

"Also, you don't need some furry body to be someone in life. Thought I had instilled that in your head already." she points out with a sigh, "Have you even showered these last few days?" she sniffs at June.

June Connor has posed:
    "It's not about being somebody, Elektra," June growls the way a cat does when it's annoyed. "I woke up in this body, and...people smiled when they saw me. Kids wave. There was...appreciation." She scowls. "People don't smile at June. People smile at Tigra." Far be it for June to ever be vulnerable enough to cry, but she takes a heaving breath to shake the sensation. "I kinda like it."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Now that's new. That June likes the adoration, or at least to be liked. It's perhaps why Elektra stays silent for a few seconds, just watching her pupil, "You have not earned that yet. Do you really want people to appreciate you when you have done nothing for it?" she asks, shaking her head slowly.

"But you -can- be appreciated. Joining the Defenders. It's not for me, mind you. The being appreciated, hero type. But maybe it is for you."

"You know this is not the way."

June Connor has posed:
    There's a scoffing laugh. "Fuck that. I'm not a hero, Elektra, I don't want to have to put my life on the line for it. What good is a smile if I'm dead? I know what my life is, Elektra. If I died today, nobody would cry. I'd get tossed in one of those unmarked plots if I managed to die somewhere somebody would find my body."

    "So why can't this be the way? Who says I can't get a bullshit restart and take it?" She holds her hands out, as if she can't come up with any good reason. "Just do some research, feign amnesia, play the part. I'm a fuckin' ninja, right? That's what we do."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"You can't take shortcuts in life, June. I know you don't want to end up like I am, being a killer is not your way. You want to be adored but then you don't want to put in the work. How long do you think you would be liked if you did nothing to sustain it?" Elektra just shakes her head again back at June. As for June's death. "I don't cry." she says. Typical Elektra. "But I would miss you."

"You have no idea what's happening to you, that's why we need to go talk with someone that does. If it's permanent? Fine, then we can work with that. But if it's not..." a beat, "We need to figure out on how to handle that."

June Connor has posed:
    There's a sneer on the face that belongs to Tigra. She knows that there's always another shoe that will drop. "Dammit Elektra. So what, we go talk to someone who works with sanitizer?" she asks, surrendering to the obvious need to not do what she would definitely do if she was left to her own devices. She takes another huff, hating the fact that she's relenting on this fact, and making sure her body language overstates her frustration.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
The talk about sanitizer has Elektra rolling her eyes hard at June. "Not sanitizer." a beat, "Sanctum Santorum." another pause, "In other words, Doctor Strange. You know who it is, don't you?" now we will know how much under a rock June truly has been!

And that Elektra actually knows Doctor Strange? Maybe that's the surprise here.

"I had some dealings with the supernatural in the past in which he recruited help. He still owes me somewhat. So we might get an audience."

June Connor has posed:
    "Oh fuck me sideways, the goatee wizard guy?" The feline eyes constrict to round pupils. "How the hell are you going to get him to give us the time of day?" June asks. "Isn't he like, dealing with all those end the world magic stuffs? Why is he gonna give a damn about some problem with some kind of body swap prank?"

Elektra Natchios has posed:
"Yes." This about the wizard in question. "Please don't call him that when we meet him." Elektra says, bringing out her phone from a nearby drawer, "Because being a furry might be the least of your problems if you anger him.." and then she starts pacing over to begin a call.

Time to get some magical help!